Envy
I have heard of the hordesThrashing through the deserts.
And the fleets fast-flying
Over hot open oceans.
And lovers lying, lost in each other;
While enemies engaged, ever-twined in battle.
I have heard of great heroes
Falling forcefully beneath foes.
But haven't seen such sights myself.
Indeed, for these I am ill-fitted.
Had I the honor, the health, and heart,
I would brave the brilliant beasts of change --
Entangle my enemy, preventing escape!
Even fickle Fate in fear would bow...
Enslaved to the taxing temperamental pen,
Pages imprison me, prodding my peace.
Jaded and jeweled, jasmine-inspired,
Baring and barring, my blessed ink's ire!
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